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Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Again
Last spring I invested in gorgeous hanging plants, the flowering kind, beautiful blue flowers, exactly the color of the trim on my house. I watered the plants, I admired them. Oooh. Ahhh. Then one day I saw little birds flying in and out of one plant. Uh-oh,nest building. I yelled at the birds, waved a broom at them. Took down the plant and set it where the neighbor's cat could get at it. Then I regretted my meanness and hung the plant back where it had been. Those birds destroyed my plant because once the mother bird sat on the nest, I could no longer add water. The plant died and hung up on my porch looking forlorn. Then one day I saw little heads bobbing up and down where flowers had been. I must admit that I enjoyed watching baby birds grow up, learn to fly, finally leave the seriously ugly thing still hanging on my porch. But I said, "That's it. No more hanging plants. Once birds nest in a place, they come back." I did say that, but I forgot. This spring I saw fabulous hanging flower baskets at the hardware store, bought two, hung them and watered them and enjoyed them and then....
Those little birds are back. The nest is built, another plant doomed.
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